BIG SYKE - Till the End lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

As I, reminisce about the old days,

The OJs, Devon 'n Kase,

Bumpin' grindin' in the hallways

Back in school, I broke the rules,

I ran wid fools I paid my dues

I do anything to be cool

It's funny how time flies

In the blink of an eye,

Ya see years of ya life go passin' by

As I try to maintain,

I break the chains

Weed smoke in my brain,

Just to ease the pain

I recall it was a black thang, a mack game

Now it's either gangbang or livin' in the crack game

Mercy mercy meeee, not to curse me,

Just cause it hurts me,

To see my people out ah work doin' dirt

Money comes disperse drain an accountant for what it's worth,

Poverty stricken environments,

Lead to early retirements

Drugs moved into the ghetto by the government

I'm back by popular demand,

A easy hundred grand,

Made Marvin Gaye feel like a troubled man

Schemes calculating dreams made on triple beams

So it seems all things is for the green

[Verse 2:]

It's just the way it's gon' be till I die

This gangsta life, who ride throw up sets

It's for the evil mind,

Living our lives sayin' he's a friend of mine

Had these niggas wanna smoke me in the blink of the eye tell me why?

Retaliatin' waitin' in the bushes wid the Calico

Reload and ready to go hit the floor

Ride on young hogs get ya bang on,

And make sure you got ya zones

Get ya slang on, ya caine on

It's a meetin' a short greetin'

Nobody's leavin', till we see some body leakin'

Some deady bodies bleedin',

And every place we roll we get a G-stroll

Punks jump up to get beat down and T rowed

[Big Syke]

We commence to smash, get the cash, that's all we wanted

Wid desire expired cause every hood is haunted

By killas and jackers, tryna make it as a street hog

Bustin' out a coupe in the smog....

[Verse 3:]

As I begin to put 'em in bags

I'm taking drags from the shrimp

Stake that sweat, like a bitch's clit

But I gotta keep it lit,

Don't split just take another hit

Man slug to ya fuckin' dome,

And now ya spirit and soul

Has got nowhere to fuckin' roam,

I be the one that is ready to battle invitin' the one to come try me

Who in the fuck ever said that A-Roc was bad as evil a crimey

And goin' through bottle it harm wid dice bitch to your fuckin' throat

He's dead and he's gone goody bye, so you know that is all he wrote

So bon voyage to those that stand around it's time to break

If not you'll be another fucking victim's life I take

When I was born I came along wid a pair of big ass nuts

I smoking 'em all so fuck the rest of all you rappin' mutts

[Big Syke]

Our future's been dark since little locs in the park

Weak appetites searchin' for a light but none in sight

I know God see a nigga in this turmoil and suspense

Trapped in this gutter residence..

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Fuck friends and gets my endz is all I know

I can't trust no nigga, so you know I damn so can't trust no hoe,

Cash been hard to find since '89, been a steady grind

Always involved, in major crime

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I got a crew that'll rush a chosen few to stay true

Till the end gettin' our revenues and payin' dues

Still tow this money, payback for murdered buddies

Now things is bloody, time to play 'em like putty,

Gots to give me my props cause we comes deep

Hard rock lettin the evil mind be known on your street

[Verse 4: Big Syke]

Cause me and my row dogs everything we did as kids was for the turf,

Tryna make it work, and my woman's gettin' her feelings hurt

See that's my row dog and you my row puppy,

Not likin' him and sweatin' me's making shit crazy

Hazy days wid penetentiary ways don't make me choose

Cemetary dates, escalate, so you know you lose

I'm cruisin' through chaos, drivin' through hell county

Disappear off the earth, only my row dog can find me

Always on the side of me in danger parlayin' on betta days

To the Oak we'll stay down forever to our dyin' days,

I pray to Yahweh every night to lead us right across

Whoever go first, don't let the other get lost

Playaboss is what we call ourself

Soon as we got a taste ah wealth

Now we satelite niggaz wid a bigger aresenal on our shelf,

Trained and schooled by Gs, death before dishonor

Shakin' fleas, fuck wid these you a goner, my East partner

On my side when we ride in synchronized formation,

Making hits, pullin' licks, building our reputation

In the hood from a tiny to a G-hog,

Nothing comes closer nigga,

Than me and my road dogs.